That's a real nasty habit you got there. What the hell ARE you? Heat seekers Dillon. Pretty sophisticated for a bunch of half-assed mountain boys... Stick around! Come on... Come on! Do it! Do it! Come on! Kill me! I'm here! Come on! Do it now! Kill me! Run! Go! Get to the chopper! There's something out there waiting for us... and it ain't no man. We're all gonna die. We make a stand now, or there will be nobody left to go to the chopper. When I was little, we found a man. He looked like... like, butchered. The old woman in the village crossed themselves... and whispered crazy things - strange things. "El Diablo que hace trofeos de los hombres." Only in the hottest years this happens - and this year, it grows hot. We begin finding our men. We found them sometimes without their skins... and sometimes much, much worse. ..."El Diablo que hace trofeos de los hombres" means "the demon who makes trophies of men". I woke up. Why don't you? You're an asset, an expendable asset and I used you to get the job done. Got it?